After my grandfather’s funeral, my nephew showed up in a tailored suit, acting like the company was already his. He tossed around big words, bragged about “modernizing operations,” and made it clear he planned to take full control. I didn’t argue. I welcomed him in, told him I trusted his vision, and stepped aside with a smile. What he didn’t realize was that my grandfather and I had spoken months before he passed—and I was holding onto one detail that would flip the entire situation on its head. The day he found out, all hell broke loose.